Shadowsight Warriors Novels & Stories

She wasn’t sure if it was excitement or dread. The horn sounded. A single, low note that cut through the trees like a blade. Every muscle in Liora’s body tensed. Then they appeared. Dark shapes moved between the trees—ten, maybe twelve wolves, all tall and hard-eyed, dressed in leathers dyed black and gray. The Shadowclaw warriors walked like wraiths: quiet, controlled, radiating danger. And then he stepped into the clearing. At first, Liora saw only movement—a ripple through the pack, a presence that made everyone else seem less.

I plead, and she looks into my eyes, searching for any hesitation, but when she doesn’t, she drops my hands and moves away. “Fine, I’ll tell you.” My excitement is swiftly wiped away by her next words. “The shadow god is an abomination. He was never supposed to be born. He’s the product of an unholy ritual, an anomaly.”

The kind of chaos that eats everything in its path. Figures darted between trees and sculptures, flitting through hedges like wraiths. Muzzle flashes burst like fireflies in the dark—short, brutal flashes of violence, gone as quickly as they came. Some of the shadows I recognized. My men. Moving in practiced formation. Efficient. Lethal. Others wore the snake insignia. Viktor's. I exhaled slowly and checked the chamber of my pistol. Loaded. Full clip. One in the chamber. I was ready.

Heart racing, Vanadine sought the source of the growl, eventually picking out a shape in the gloom. The shadow of the citadel hid a great deal but enough light penetrated to allow him to see the creature that was stalking him. The syphia was one of the largest Vanadine had ever seen, roughly equivalent in height to a pony on Earth. Muscles rippled beneath its sleek, black and white fur and teeth peeled back from inch long fangs that would meet and cross in a scissoring action, rending flesh with ease. Eyes the colour of midnight skies regarded him with dispassionate hatred.

Sierra sobbed softly while the crowd looked over, whispering among themselves. A blinding spotlight shone down on Willow, making her feel like a criminal on trial. “Willow, apologize!” Roy was on the verge of blowing up. “Uh, what is going on?” Adrian, the birthday boy, rushed over to pull Roy away. “Willow has no reason to put herself in danger. I mean, just look at the state she’s in.” Adrian was one of the few good ones among Roy’s friends who did not speak ill of Willow.

Take it down now! However, he did not wait for an answer. I calmly stepped out from the shadows of the room and announced, "I did."

The circle flared black and violet, twisting, alive. From the darkness, a whisper rose: Nex umbraa, kai vel’thra… ix shael. Kai’thai kharuun… kai’thra kai’thai. From shadow, I awaken… I am hers. I am warrior… I am and I become. Then it appeared. Not a simple crow, but something older, warped. Its wings were tattered starlight. Its eyes burned like molten amethyst. It landed on her shoulder. Claiming her. Marking her.

He showed his skill and cruelty as a vampire with various deadly attacks. The battle continues, with the trees of the forest bearing witness. Alex and Victoria worked closely together, trying to control an increasingly angry and vicious Liam. They had to find a way to take down this more powerful enemy. Suddenly, Alex saw an opportunity. With one swift move, he grabbed Liam and threw him to the ground. Victoria soon followed with her deadly vampire power attack. Liam screamed in pain as the attack hit him. But just as it seemed they had almost succeeded in defeating Liam, something unexpected happened. Liam suddenly emitted a bright light that blinded Alex and Victoria. As they tried to shie

Golden arrows slowly emerged, timidly trying to chase away the shadows of the night. The great fire disc made its appearance. First, it emerged as a red line growing wider and wider until it rose victorious into the angelic blue sky, ready to stretch its arms over the whole earth. It tamed its color slightly, becoming comforting as it shyly soaked up the night frost with which you would think it was soothing its own color.

They were vicious against enemies, the shapeless assassins and spies that could penetrate the defences of any threat whilst also providing aid to those that they obey. A faint shuddering in the shadows hinted at the appearance of the wolves. They moved cautiously, looking to avoid the last of the dappled light that fell between the pine trees. Slowly their forms took shape like watery images of beasts, their bodies floating and swirling like smoke and mist. Behind the witch, the warriors shifted uneasily, still not used to seeing these curious creatures. “Look, Signe! Do you see them?” Estrid cooed to her daughter, pointing to the first of the shadowy figures that stepped out from the roilin